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- Good.

Oh, and if you

don't mind,

can you pick me up

some frozen Tater Tots?

Right away, sir.

This may be asking

for too much...

but two birthday balloons

and a pony?

And a Spiderman kite?

Spiderman kite, sir.

And get yourself

something nice.

You know, maybe... maybe get some

color contacts or something.

- Thank you, sir.

- It'd look nice with your outfit.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, nice.

Oh hell, no.

I know I wear

no pink underwear.

Uh-uh... no,

this ain't right.

That ain't right.

Okay. Now, show me

the lobby.

There it is...

that's it, right there.

- Okay, I'm gonna need the master tape.

- Right.

- Okay, that does it.

- Your Skittles, sir.

That's what I'm talking

about, right there!

- Can I have a word, Diane?

- I'll be right back.

- Mm-hmm. Have a Skittle, brother.

- No thank you, sir.

Come on, man,

taste the rainbow.

- Good, ain't they?

- Mmm.

Mm?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Here...

here's the "Jet"

Beauty of the Week. Fine.

- There's a sister.

- Lovely.

Says this girl's hobby

is slapboxing and archery.

Fascinating.

- Those my golf clubs?

- Yes, sir.

Well, let's fire

them puppies up.

Yeah. Ha.

Okay.

Here we go.

That would be

a slice, sir.

Slice of what?

Pizza?

- Son of a b*tch!

- Uh-oh. Sorry.

Here we go.

Here we go...

What on earth

is he doing?

One wing of his brain

has shut down.

Some recent events,

recent acquaintances

have been

temporarily lost.

He still knows how to eat

with a fork, drive a car,

go to the bathroom...

and play golf.

Swing, batter!

Usually, the recovery

transpires in waves

or flashes over a

three-to-five day period.

Any number of things

can trigger his recovery...

a person's face, a certain

smell, a familiar sound.

We don't have five days.

How do we speed it up?

Arousal sometimes

can do it.

Oh my.

Whew, well...

That's about

enough of this.

Simon, I think

I'll take a little nap.

- Jake?

- Oh! Whoo!

Are you feeling

better?

Hell yeah!

I mean...

but I think I'm gonna have

the good doctor come back

and take my

blood pressure again.

Why?

'Cause of these?

You bought them

for me.

Remember?

Oh, yeah.

Still can't believe

that you don't remember me.

Well, big Jake can't

remember sh*t right now,

but little Jake is

screaming, "I'm home!"

Oh, come on.

Think hard.

Yeah, try and

remember something.

Anything.

Come on,

for me, baby.

Ooh! Like what?

Like...

the computer chip

you had at the hotel.

Computer chip?

I don't...

You went there

to return it,

- remember?

- Well, computer chip,

potato chip, chocolate chip... I don't

know what you're talking about.

I'm just so happy I'm

married to a freak!

Come on, baby.

Give me one memory.

Okay, baby, talk and

blow now, talk and blow.

Okay, a memory...

sure sure. Um...

Oh, yeah. I remember,

uh uh, combat.

Really?

Uh, oh, some place

called "Digital Arts. "

- Keep it coming, baby.

- No, you keep it coming. Come here.

- I wanna tell you something.

- Hmm?

You know what? You wait here,

I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

Did I cross the line?

Don't take too long!

Little Jake

can't be alone right now.

- That's it. I'm not going any further.

- Fine.

- Plan B then?

- Yes, do it.

What's in it?

It's a hot mix of speed

and sodium pentothal.

Will it make him talk?

Oh, he'll talk, all right.

But I have to tell you,

there is a chance that it could

cause his brain to scramble

- and send him into cardiac arrest.

- Cardiac arrest?

Hopefully, you'll get what you

need before his heart explodes.

Sh*t!

Whoa.

Help me.

Yes!

Damn, that was smooth.

# Get 'em up,

put 'em up #

# HP, KG,

light 'em up... #

#... All the ladies

got you going crazy #

# All the fellas

getting that gravy #

# Get 'em up,

keep 'em high #

# Once again, it's on

'cause everything is live #

# Live at the PJs #

# But it's the nine-nine

independent Mo Treader Hot's way #

# Yeah, if you're looking for

the boogie, you're looking for me #

# Everybody wanna party

with the R.O.C. #

Gotta see what this

is all about.

Ah, man, the cops are still here!

Damn!

Huh?

Tulip Tour?

Okay. Hmm, what is that?

I'll take these.

Uh, excuse.

- Oh, yes sir.

- I have a...

how do you say?

Ticket for you to find something

- I... I would not lose.

- Oh, of course.

There you go.

This is it?

So you're Dutch?

Of course, yeah.

You have never heard

of Dutch chocolate?

Ricola!

Hold the door,

hold the door.

Klompen Dancers!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Klompen Dancers.

Oh-hh...

Shake it.

# Hey! #

# Hey! #

- # Hey! #

- # Hey! #

# Hey! #

Hey!

You're great!

# Hey! #

# Hey! #

Klompen Dancers!

"Digital Arts

Research Technologies. "

Yes!

An address... "1221

Casshern Avenue. " Oh, yeah.

What the...

It must be a message.

You giving me

a signal?

Maybe.

Are you Hotbuns69?

What?

I'm Sweatyandready...

from the chat room.

Oh hell, no. No, you got

the wrong surfer, buddy.

Too bad.

Your loss, Mandingo.

- Weirdo.

- Hey, I work out.

Do you work out?

Go, Brown Sugar, dance it up!

Okay.

A'ight... who am I?

I'm wealthy,

got a phat crib.

Oh, yeah. Yeah yeah

yeah, got a hot wife...

hot hottie.

Diane.

My underwear's too small.

I don't wear no pink thong.

I know I don't wear

a pink thong.

Love Skittles.

Especially

the green ones.

I wonder what

that means.

Wow.

# Well #

- # Who's that lady? #

- Hmm.

# Who's that lady? #

# Sexy lady,

who's that lady? #

# Beautiful lady,

who's that lady? #

# Real fine lady,

who's that lady? #

Hey hey hey!

Damn, what is this, your first

day on the job?

Oh, you wanna play?

Hey hey hey,

hey hey hey!

You're making

the willy chilly.

Why haven't you

called me?

Lady... miss,

ma'am...

- I have been busy.

- Oh, you have been busy?

Too damn busy

for your Boo?

Damn, I got

a Boo too?

- Oh, you are gonna get it!

- That's... stop it.

Gina, stop!

Oh, so now it's coming

back to you.

No, I just read your

name tag, crazy waitress lady.

What the hell is wrong

with you?

You... attack all

your customers?

Look, I've already

been traumatized.

What the hell

happened to your head?

Ehh... besides you

trying to smack me,

I... I got hit

with something.

Ow, ah, ah-hh.

Toast up, Gina.

- A'ight, I'll be right back.

- Yeah.

And...

"fine ass girlfriend. "

Crazy, but fine.

Hey, Gina,

that building across the

street means something to me.

That's where you do

your business, fool.

I do? Like,

is that my company?

- Your company.

- Yeah, like, do I own that place?

- Why are you messing with me?

- I'm not messing with you.

Otherwise, how would I know

that this place only has three exits?

Or that that woman eats a

short-stack of blueberry pancakes

every morning without syrup?

How would I know that?

That this guy drinks two cups of

coffee, then steals the sugar packets

when no one's looking?

Oscar, put the

Sweet'N Low down... now!

Gina! Gina.

Look,

some strange stuff has

been happening to me.

There's only one

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